Are your words tired?
Of writing about me so constantly,
I miss you, in the flesh and in my mind,
But I seem to be rewriting you all the time
Can’t get you outta my head no matter how many ways I phrase you,
But you still seem to love the spotlight.
Is there any middle ground we can meet in?
Where I can express what I need,
Without overpowering my heart,
And where you can soak up the words for their meaning,
Rather than the exposure they give you…
What a pair we had made,
Would have been, could have been,
All that should have been falling between the lines,
All spoken in past tense,
Like we no longer dwell on each other
Or the lives we created without the other…
As though our chapters are closed and unable to be edited,
Are our words tired, or are they simply resting,
Waiting for the chapters to finish completely and move onto the next?
I can’t keep rewriting this story;
God knows we have to find a different outcome,
Because this is suffocating me,
The pages are bleeding into the same story again and again and again,
Doomed to repeat until only we are the only ones left reading them.
And we both know we are only as big as our audience,
Have your words grown tired of me?
Because mine haven’t,
And it’s the worst pattern I find myself doomed to repeat,
As I write you over and over and over…